There is a big-band/jazz night every Tuesday but its attendees are all quite old and semi-frail (not too frail as not to absolutely school me on any dance floor.)
The Picture of Dorian Gray. The only novel by Oscar Wilde and the novel that convicted him.
I said I wanted to be in school till I am 85. My friend asked me if I wanted to be in school or learn till I am 85.
What’s more radical or more progressive? Rejecting the New Year’s resolution or unabashedly embracing it? The black and white of the choice is probably what makes the question unanswerable. I opt for bits of myself that I want to tinker and things that I’d like to make space for.
There are few films or shows that inspire me immediately to change my look.
Everyone once in awhile I watch certain films or shows and get an itching, uncontrollable urge to exude a style or a character. Sometimes it’s an entire outfit, sometimes it’s a makeup look, and sometimes it’s an air.
The internet is all abuzz at the prospect of sweater weather, as it is commonly called.
And all the “basic” types, as they are called, slink out from under flower crowns to slide into chunky knits and drink what shouldn’t be called a latte but is still dubbed as such; the pumpkin spiced latte.
(We all know it’s just liquified sugar, with nary a pumpkin in sight.)
The current it-girls, the girls of the moment, the supermodels, if you will, are nearly all the progeny of past stars. And how un-American!
It’s time for another episode of Unsolicited Styling Advice from Claire!
With all the beautiful colors in the world, all the hues and the variety of fabrics, I still find myself clad head-to-toe in black.
Style is as unique as it is a total sham. We copy, we remix, and we take from those in the spotlight, people otherwise known as style icons.
Welcome back to another book analysis and review of a book so difficult to read it took me far longer than expected.